The Hunger of Hunger (JG)

We want what we want but what if what we want is left someplace else and all we know is that we once wanted something. I remember the wanting. One spring one summer one fall one winter. Waiting for the wanting to be more than waiting for the wanting to end. It was the wanting that brought me here even before I knew where here was.

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